chapter 19

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"hey i gotta go to the locker room okay? you gonna be fine?" Rylan asked. "yea yea i'll be fine." i said. "here." he said as he handed me his warm-up shirt. "stay warm wifey. love you" then he kissed me on the head and ran onto the court.

"wait wait wait, what just happened?" bella said, out of breath as she ran down the stands. "let's go in the locker room" i replied as i threw on his warm up shirt. thirty seconds after i did that, i was bombarded my a squad of teenage girls asking where they could get one. i ignored them and walked away. they tried to follow us into the locker room but bella shut that down real quick.

i explained the whole thing as she occasionally interrupted with the "awwwww" but i plowed through it. i heard the warm-up buzzer go off. "hey lets go so we can see the tunnel run." the tunnel run is one of the most iconic parts of the basketball game. it's where they announce the starting line-up and they run out of the tunnel. we knew short cuts and cut through the locker room tunnel. "number 44! rylan jackson!" the crowd went crazy. he ran out grabbed a ball and drained a three. after the shot he looked up at me and winked. they won by a lot.

after the game, Rylan came up to me. i was waiting for my mom to pick me up. she was always late so you knew that you had about an hour after she says she'll be there. everyone had already gone home. "hey there shawty." he said jogging up to me. "hey babe" i replied. "oh i like that." he said with a smirk. he put his arm around my waist and leaned in. we kissed but something was special about this one. "wifey" he whispered afterwards. "baby" i said back. "oh yea i forgot, here's your shirt back." i said taking the shirt off. "no you keep this." he replied handing it back to me. "my mom will kill me if she sees me in this" i replied. "alright alright." he said. "but i love you" i said. "love you too" then we just sat down and talked. something we never expected happened in those few moments.

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